The Real Estate Giveaway
Disclaimer: I do not own in any capacity any part of CSI or the characters much to my dismay. If I did, Grissom would be shacking up with Sara every night. I do admit to having an active imagination…
Chapter 7
Nick walked through the gate and it closed slowly behind him, guided by a hidden spring. He wore a face of bewilderment.
And he began to think back over the last several months. Sara had seemed content, happy, calm. He hadn't seen as much of her since he'd been moved to swing, but they had managed to have a couple of breakfasts on the weekend. They caught each other up in snips of conversation on occasion in the break room or in the halls – or at a crime scene. Not exactly places to share your innermost secrets.
Now that he thought about it, he and Sara hadn't been alone together in quite some time. Those breakfasts had always involved at least Greg or Warrick or Catherine or Brass or a combination of them. And Grissom had been at the last one. Did they come together?
Nick searched his mind, cursing underneath his breath that he didn't seem to be able to focus. But then he turned the corner and entered the house – and he focused on the business at hand.
Photographs were shot before the body was turned. A woman had been shot execution style – two taps to the back of the head. She had been face-down in a pool of blood.
She appeared to be in her 30s or 40s. Her dress was casual, but her fingernails were manicured and her hair had obviously been highlighted by a professional. Her shoes had little wear and her clothes were stylish – at least Nick thought they were. Fashion CSI Willows was not on the scene.
At some point, Warrick joined him and they swept the home for evidence, collecting little. The home was empty of furnishings and the comforts of living. It was as if the woman had appeared from thin air.
The coroner's office removed the body from the scene and the guys packed up what they had collected, heading for their Denali.
Grissom appeared as they stowed away their kits.
"Are you still on the clock or do you have time for breakfast?"
"I don't care if it isn't break time – I'm making one for this breakfast!" Warrick exclaimed.
"Why don't both of you meet us back at my townhouse. I make a mean omlet."
"You not going to see the rest of the houses on your list?" Nick asked.
"Sara wants to wait a few days before resuming. This has sort of put a damper on things."
"We'll be there as soon as we can drop this off at the lab." Warrick replied.
And so both vehicles headed out in opposite directions in the heat of a Vegas morning.